Rome shifted Sofia into several positions, gripping her waist and turning her to face the pillow. Sofia clutched the pillow, trying to endure the forceful thrusts from behind.
Back and forth they went, until Sofia could barely stay on her knees, her voice breaking as she pleaded with Rome. He laid her flat, placing a pillow under her abdomen. This position allowed him to reach the deepest.
The sounds of their intertwined bodies lasted until dawn.
After cleaning up, Sofia closed her eyes, her soft hair spread across Rome’s arm. He gently brushed it aside as she seemed to fall asleep, her lashes still wet, giving her a tearful, fragile look. He softly wiped away the remaining moisture with his fingertip.
He admitted to himself that when he saw the photos of her being close with another
